𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝

Chapter 20 - Bad Decisions

"Some things are more precious because they don't last long."
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Alice

    Our lips are almost touching each other when I hear my phone ring in my back pocket. Orion groans against my lips, however I can't help but reach my phone. No one ever calls me, so when it happens, I rather check.

    My brother's name is written on the screen as I look at the call. Immediately, I decide that answering is not worth it. I'm mad at him because of this morning, and if he had something important to say to me, he would've told me this morning, right ?

    It's probably not important. However, I surely have something important going on, so I'll call him back. When I raise my head towards Orion, he's looking at me with hesitation in his eyes. I smile.

    Alexander is his best friend, so I can guess what's going on in his head right now. But the thing is, I've been wanting this for so long that I'm not going to let him forget about his promise. We have a deal, and I'm so close to getting what I've always wanted... I'm not letting this opportunity go away.

    – It's okay, he's probably calling to apologize because he woke me up this morning, I explain. Come on, you're not going to leave us at this ?

    And by "at this", I mean that I'm horny as fuck against a wall, ready to kiss my childhood crush and make out with him in what turned out to be an empty classroom. I'm absolutely not letting him change his mind.

    I get closer to him once again, before moving a little bit to sit on the closest desk. I open my legs and let him place himself between them, wrapping my arms around his neck to bring him closer to me. Finally, his hesitation seems to go away, because he closes the distance between us, his head ending up in my neck, kissing slowly my skin.

    Instantly, I go weak. I'm glad I decided to sit down, because I'm convinced that if I was standing up, I would've fallen to the floor. I lean my head back and sigh with pleasure. His lips feel so right on my skin, as if they belonged here. But it's not enough for me, I need more, I want more.

    – Perhaps we shouldn't be doing this, I tease him. Maybe Alexander called because he knows... And he's probably so mad at us if that's the case...

    That seems to be doing it for him, because he groans against my skin, pressing his body against mine and gripping my chin to force me to look at him, anger in his eyes.

    – Who gives a fuck about what your brother thinks of this ?

    I don't even get the possibility to answer, because as soon as he's done speaking, his lips find mine, and I sigh in satisfaction.

    Finally. Fucking finally. After years of dreaming of the taste of his lips, after years of fantasizing and trying to get his attention, I finally have him. He kisses me as if I was giving him oxygen, our lips moving against each other in rhythm and lust, unable to separate from one another.

    There is some kind of miracle in his kiss, providing medicine to my veins. I want to kiss him until the clock runs out of time, I want him to drain me of all oxygen, to exhaust me until I faint in his arms. The world seems to stop for the briefest of times, and the only thing between us is the anticipation of what's going to happen next.

    As he kisses me, his hand on my thighs start sliding up, caressing my skin with a delicacy that makes me shiver with lust. I try to get more of him by arching my back so I have more contact with his body, but he steps away with a smile, making me groan in impatience.